Chapter 1542: Soul Wuyou of the Soul Race

Chapter 1542: Chapter 1542: Soul Wuyou of the Soul Race

Everyone’s eyes turned bloodshot as they stared at the suddenly appearing Source of Rules.

They no longer cared about the black mist and all unleashed their Divine Techniques, grabbing toward it.

However, the instant they seized the Source of Rules, it suddenly vanished.

Everyone was shocked, only then realizing this was merely an illusion.

Yet by the time they woke up, it was already too late.

The black mist slowly devoured them all, and in the end only their miserable screams could be heard.

After the black mist finished devouring everyone, it gradually gathered together and finally formed a humanoid creature.

Two sharp, jet-black horns extended from his bald head, reflecting a metallic sheen.

The most terrifying thing, however, were those scarlet eyes of his—exactly the same pair Yang Yan had seen before.

"Hahaha! My Ghost Race’s dream of countless years is finally about to be realized."

His voice was wildly arrogant and hoarse, as though it came from the hells of the Nine Netherworld.

He cast a disdainful glance at the crowd that had already turned into corpses and said with contempt, "A bunch of greedy idiots."

Yang Yan wasn’t the least bit surprised by the scene before him; instead, he appeared exceptionally calm.

He said indifferently, "So it really was your Array of Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls."

The humanoid creature laughed, "Hahaha—We are nothing more than my lord’s puppets. With just you lot, you’re still not qualified to behold my lord."

Yang Yan said nothing. His figure flickered and he grabbed the unclaimed Source of Rules.

The humanoid creature said coldly, "Humans truly are greedy. Even with death at your doorstep, you still dare covet such a divine artifact."

Yang Yan’s expression didn’t change. The World-Ending Demon Spear suddenly appeared behind the humanoid creature and in an instant pierced straight through him.

At this moment, from beneath the ground in the basin, strands of black soul shadows suddenly drilled out.

Yang Yan’s expression grew solemn. In just a brief instant, those soul shadows entered the corpses of the countless cultivators on the battlefield.

Those corpses were like being granted rebirth, their eyes shining with a black light.

Every so often, a glimmer of intelligence flashed through their eyes.

Everyone halted their struggle and looked toward the corpses scattered across the ground.

Suddenly, the remaining people’s faces changed drastically.

Those corpses shot toward the crowd as fast as lightning.

Everyone hurriedly set up layer upon layer of defenses around themselves. One after another, sounds like shattering glazed glass rang out, and some weaker cultivators were instantly slain by those corpses.

The number of corpses around Yang Yan and the Celestial Venerable was immense, and for a moment, even they couldn’t completely wipe them out.

Just then, a low, furious roar spread across the entire battlefield.

"Soul Race! You dare injure my Dragon Horse? The day I walk out of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, I will annihilate your Soul Race line!"

The Celestial Venerable’s mount had, at some unknown time, been injured by one of the corpses.

Now that Dragon Horse turned pitch-black, and in just a few moments, its body decayed and collapsed piece by piece.

The Dragon Horse let out a sorrowful cry, yet it had never expected that the instant its Primordial Spirit left its body, black patterns coiled around its Primordial Spirit, which withered and dispersed.

Seeing this, Yang Yan hurriedly transmitted a message to everyone, warning them not to be wounded by these corpses, otherwise, once afflicted by this poison, even he would be unable to detoxify it.

All of a sudden, a cold, sinister laugh echoed from within the Void: "To think the so-called peerless genius of the Post-Immortal Race is still this arrogant. You’ve already fallen into my Ghostly Land, and you still think you can escape?"

The Celestial Venerable flew into a rage. With a furious shout, a long spear shimmering with pale golden light appeared in his hand.

Nine Divine Dragons coiled upon it, its momentum surging as it accumulated terrifying power.

In that instant, those Divine Dragons seemed to come to life.

They soared up from the long spear, and clusters of golden auspicious clouds appeared around them.

Roar—

Accompanied by a series of frenzied roars, they charged into the boundless black mist whose limits could not be seen.

Yang Yan’s gaze sharpened as he observed closely and found that these were not true Divine Dragons, but nine Flood Dragons that had reached the Half-Saint Realm.

Yet each one of them had a solid foundation and all possessed the potential to transform into true dragons.

Yang Yan was shocked at the sight.

This Celestial Venerable had casually taken out a weapon, and it was already so extraordinary!

Yang Yan’s heart burned with a sudden heat.

But the situation was critical, and Yang Yan could only suppress this thought in his heart.

At this moment, the black mist churned violently, with high-pitched dragon roars echoing endlessly within it.

In a short span of time, cracks in space appeared one after another in the basin. Dense black mist was sucked into the rifts, causing the mist to become illusory.

The crowd could now see the scene within the black mist, and what they saw left them utterly speechless.

Within the black mist appeared a God and Demon body a thousand zhang tall, with ribbons of star rivers winding around his form like silk.

Although this God and Demon body had been dead for eons, his Blood Qi was like an ocean, the surging tide of his Blood Qi piercing straight into the heavens.

The scattered Blood Qi transformed into Spirit Beasts that danced around him.

The nine Divine Dragons were like mere children, utterly helpless before that God and Demon.

One of the Divine Dragons couldn’t dodge in time and was seized by the God and Demon, who tore its body apart from both sides, ripping it into two halves.

The Divine Dragon let out a mournful cry and vanished between heaven and earth.

The Celestial Venerable’s expression hardened as he said coldly, "So it’s you, Soul Wuyou. I didn’t expect your ambition to be so great, that you would dare dream of forging an invincible body for yourself. But you are destined to fail."

Soul Wuyou laughed coldly, "Celestial Venerable, that’s none of your concern. My Soul Race was born without bodies, existing only as souls within this heaven and earth."

"But! I refuse to accept it! Why should my Soul Race be unable to cultivate the flesh? I will defy the heavens and alter my fate."

"Later, I finally found a Supreme Dharma Gate left behind by an Immortal Monarch of my Soul Race, one that could forcibly change the mode of our existence and forge bodies for us."

"But I was not satisfied. I am a peerless genius of the Soul Race; then my body must also become the strongest in all the world."

His faceless visage turned toward the crowd, yet everyone felt as though they could see the burning fervor in his eyes.

It was the gaze one cast upon lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Later, by referencing many Ancient Times classics, I finally discovered a method—to borrow the bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Races to temper for myself an invincible body."

"So you all will stay here and contribute your worth to my invincible body."

Yang Yan was shaken to his core after hearing this.

He hadn’t expected Soul Wuyou’s ambition to be so monstrous.

The great calamity of heaven and earth?

Could it be that it was just the Ten Thousand Races, their ambition swelling, slaughtering one another?

All of a sudden, the earth trembled violently as one decayed body after another drilled up from beneath the ground.

The ground split open, and pillars of Blood Qi surged from the fissures into the sky, while skeletal bodies, stripped to bare bone, strode out from the earth.

In an instant, this basin turned into a Demon Realm.

The crowd had no time to react before skeletal frames bearing the bodies of dead cultivators sped to their sides with extreme speed.

The radiance of Spiritual Power flickered without cease, and the sound of Magical Treasures shattering rang out again and again.

Seeing how powerful those skeletons were, Yang Yan swept his sleeve and brought everyone into his Secret Realm.